After finishing wiping herself clean with my shirt, she tosses it aside and then adjusts the pillows against the saddle box. “Sit up against these.”
I do as she requests, and then she settles between my legs with her back against my chest. The blanket falls to our waists, causing her nipples to harden in the cool night air. Looking down at her nestled back against me, I know no one and nothing will ever be more precious to me than her.
Callie rests her head on my shoulder, her long, thick hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head. She wiggles a little, as if settling in, and then releases a slow, deep breath.
Placing her hands over mine, she leads my fingers to her breasts, placing my thumbs and forefingers on either side of her peaked nipples. In a quiet voice, as if she’s worried about being overheard by whatever nocturnal creatures amble through the empty field, she explains, “I like having my nipples pinched. Not really hard, but, like, just a little bit feels good.”
Her breasts fit perfectly in my larger hands, and as I cup them in my palms, I close the distance between my thumbs and forefingers, trapping her nipples between them. With a hint of pressure, I begin rolling them between my fingers. “Like this?”
“Just like that.” Her breasts swell in my hands with each of her quickened breaths.
Emboldened by her reaction, I start dropping featherlight kisses along her neck and shoulder as I tease and massage her breasts the way she likes.
Her head rolls to the side to give me better access, and she arches her back once more. I continue with a singular focus on her pleasure, using her moans and movements as a guide of proper intensity.
As her body becomes a live wire within my grasp, she once again covers my hands with hers. She keeps one holding her breast while she leads the other down her belly and between her legs. My cock starts to grow hard when I feel how wet she is, instantly turned on knowing she’s this aroused because of me.
She runs my forefinger through her slick folds, and then she begins to rub the tip over a sensitive nub. “You want to make firm circles around my clit. Start slowly.”
Following her lead, I begin to rub slow, tight circles, pleased to know that I’ll be one of the guys who knows where the clit is. She bites her lip as moans of pleasure vibrate within her throat. Her hips start to rock as she presses her pelvis harder into my touch.
With each gasp of, “Harder,” or “Faster,” I increase the intensity, loving the way she writhes within my hands and moans my name.
“Just like that,” Callie praises, and then a tidal wave of pleasure and desire washes through me, making me instantly and desperately hard. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise as every stroke of my finger seems to heighten this connection between us. I no longer have to guess if I’m doing it right, because it feels like our pleasure is tied together.
My soft kisses turn to sucking the tender flesh of her neck into my mouth, and I feel her cry of pleasure like a reverberation of sensations throughout my body. I pinch her nipple a little harder and run my middle finger along her slick entrance before dipping it inside her. She’s incredibly tight, her silken walls clenching around me while I continue to stimulate her clit with my forefinger.
“I’m close,” she pants, her fingers clawing down my bare thighs.
“Me too,” I growl, understanding as overwhelming pleasure snakes through my body that, for whatever reason, in this moment, our climaxes are linked.
My muscles tense up, teetering on the peak of ecstasy, and then, like the tipping point of a roller coaster, I fall into oblivion. We shatter in unison, our cries of release echoing into the night.
Panting like we just ran a marathon, we collapse back in a satisfied heap. Every time she twitches in an aftershock from her orgasm, I shudder right along with her. For a full minute, we sit in silence, cocooned in the warmth of this shared experience.
“I think I made a mess again,” I mumble, blindly reaching for wherever my shirt was thrown to.
“It’s okay,” she replies, not moving an inch. “I’m partially to blame. I can’t quite figure out how to keep my magic from sharing the experience.”
“So that’s what happened.” I stop searching for the shirt so I can wrap my arms around her. “That was amazing.”
“You don’t mind?” she asks quietly, clearly feeling self-conscious about it.
I press a tender kiss to her temple. “Being able to share that moment with you and feel what you feel is the most amazing experience of my life. Don’t ever stop, and certainly not on my account.”
She relaxes into me, and her face tilts to the sky. “I love you, Felix Jacobs. Thank you for choosing to be my friend all those months ago and for loving me now.”
“To be honest,” I whisper against her ear as I breathe in her sweet, fruity flower scent. “I’m sure I loved you the moment I saw you.”
“All the way back when you were convincing me you were a ghost and not a figment of my imagination?” She laughs, hooking her arms up and around mine.
“Most definitely then,” I tease, kissing her temple again. “The most beautiful girl I’d ever seen just moved into my bedroom. It was like a dream come true.”
“I understand the feeling,” she replies, and I’m filled with a tender warmth, content with the magical feeling of having Callie in my arms. Her fingers run along my upper arms in gentle, long trails. “It seems I derailed our date a bit.”
I release a bark of choked laughter. “I’m certainly not complaining.”
